The Girl of Rust and Bone
It would seem that you have people too,
Who grieve a woman not lost.
Friends?
A poem by Kim Whysall-Hammond.
Walls, Stars, Eyes, Walls
A poem about prison and how it changes guys like you.
Where Are You Going?
Poetry by Ai Jiang.
Haunted House
I know what you want.
On This, Our Last Night at Station Six
Original poetry by Lora Gray.
Hemlock
Love, addiction, and hunger.
Lost
On foreign land, memories of you slowly fade, but the dolls still stay,
their eyes rolling to the back of their heads, refusing to watch you leave.
Soft Eternity
She relinquished her control
Into my steady hands, the untamed part
Of her that had split open throats
And hearts through heaviest of armors.
Palliative Dehiscence
Don’t scratch now.
We’re so close.